At every turn I have failed to realize there is a turn, there is a street to be on, a turn to make. I have assumed the structure is for me.
I want to slide down Back Normal Ain't nothing changed. Sometimes... Like now, This is the only thing that prevents me from doing that. Sometimes... Like now, This is like a fucking steel spike driven into a rock face. I clipped on.
The doldrums come fast But with a motor boat it doesn't matter Of course, that's the problem. I'm a sailor on a motorboat How did I get on this motorboat? Well it's been a long time. A long, long time. And I have preferred fumes And power. And have forgotten That it's the winds that … Continue reading Do Something Hard